Mummy, Amma, Ma. Just hearing this magical word gives a sort of comfort felt by every being in this world. Words can never describe the role a mother plays in the life of a child right from its birth . My mother is someone who has carved me and shaped me into an individual who I may not say perfect, but does have values that am proud I have inculcated. My mother, a self- motivated woman has been the sole reason people define me as sorted, head strong , disciplined, self-driven and above all a ‘good- natured’ human being who has a sense of ‘ justice’. To this day if I aspire to do something, I owe it all to my mother’s encouragement. Heaven alone knows whether I will ever find such a selfless person anywhere in this world. Mummy, today I am sitting here in Mumbai beating the humidity, the heat. I miss your touch, the comforting words you tell me, the way you worry about me (though I don’t want you to worry), the way you pamper me. I admit I have often felt ...